Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.